I lived off campus in Sebastopol on a cute little ranch with an apple orchard, a rundown house, and a Jewish couple from Van Nuys. We named the place The Funky Chicken Ranch after a favorite dance song. Instead of shaking hands when we greeted each other, we just did a little bit of The Funky Chicken.
But back to the story... The throttle on the little tractor got stuck and to my horror, I was slammed into one of the apple trees. My right leg took the brunt of the impact as I tumbled off of the still running tractor, holding the gash on my knee together with my hands.
The couple I was living with did not know about my exploits with the tractor, and so it was some time before they discovered me. Later they told me I had a smile on my face.
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'You could have lost your leg. You could have bled to death,' the paramedics said. All true. But why was I smiling? I was prone on the ground looking up into the sky, and to me it looked a little like the scene from Clash of the Titans where the gods and goddesses appear in the heavens as they plot what to do next with the hero. But what I saw were these images of men and women dressed in long flowing robes, looking down at me not with disdain, but with genuine concern and compassion in their eyes. And in this case, I was in charge. I was the determiner of my fate, not the gods and goddesses. I was smiling, comfortable and content with my decision to live. In his new books, Seth talks about a group of highly evolved beings that advise Souls-like-us, on when and where to incarnate, as well as when and where to make our Transition, i.e.; die. He calls the group The Council and the members of the group he refers to as the Masters and Beings of Light. Seth has received some criticism over the years for these revelations, some of it coming from me. But now I can truly appreciate his candor. It is a pity that we do not meet these guys more regularly during our lives, and only during the (NDE) Near Death Experience and at other times of extreme crisis.